On the day you died,
I cut my hair for the funeral,
and on memorial day, I started drinking
because it got kind of hard just sitting there thinking
about mom all alone in that house,
and I’m too far away to do our lunch dates,
she misses the regimen
she misses the annoyances,
the free time is bittersweet.
He thought of those open roads,
his mother praying alone,
that vagrant anthem and the field sung hymns,
the cowardice forever following him.
“What’s left, what’s left for me?
The world has turned it’s back on me.
There’s no place for me.”
there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
a space
and even during the
best moments
and
the greatest times
we will know it
we will know it
more than
ever
there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
and
we will wait
and
wait
in that space.
-Charles Bukowski
